Wahishta

Communiqué


Some where between the emotion of it
and the moment of writing, there is a sense
of being born again to the dream world,
without body or limitation, without fear.
I go there to discover how it is with me
Process this feeling into a communiqué…

I want my words to touch inside your deepness,
your reserve. It heals me to know
such things are possible, and I am not alone in
the after thought of civilization, speaking only to ghosts
Who is the barbed wire demon keeping us separate
from our community? I wrap me in the long familiar
need of this…the wailing and longing to see
remains the same… peaceful is the human race.

Listen inside to the ones who remember
Come, see through my heart into a distant vision.
How could so many who need to return there,
linger close to the edge of the nothingness,
the disease and addiction of progress?
It is not the reason or the answer to our constant hunger?

Like paper-covered angels lined up against
the forces of warring spirits, we create one heart,
in our innocent truth and wonder…it is our passion
for life that gives each cell the mastery to become spirit,
and once again survive a long and pithy waiting
Do you know me? If you were to look into
the deepest part of your fear and pain,
do you know a part of me will be there,
waiting to comfort you? We are inside and
outside of it all, intertwined like the ancient roots
along with all that has ever existed...

middle of the sky

thats really nice...did you write it?

Wahishta

Yes, I did write it and have about 200 more...

I like the idea of having their shoes...LOL that's really funny

OneidaDreamer

Your poem reminds me more of stream of conciousness or prose than a poem per se`.

Nice visuals. Pretty good overall.

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Wahishta

Forgiveness


I tried to meditate
after the need for
cleansing subsided.

Peanuts for booboo
as I sat cross-legged
in the doorway
but all I could think
of was when I saw the
sadness in your eyes.
sadness...in our eyes.

I thought about
the empty...
how it came just
after the anger
sinking it's teeth
firmly into my heart,
letting in
and out,
all those terrible fears..

voices of the reinforcer
flood my hearing
blow me around the room
like a feather in a hurricane...
demanding complete control.
Some ran to you then,
in the ethers...we enveloped you
with wings and tenderness.

we comforted you the best we could...
I must have looked back
momentarily forgetting joy
is found
in the other direction.

trob226

Wow, your work is exceptional. Your way with words is like music.

Wahishta

Thank you ...It is a gift that comes through me...I do not own it, but I am always happy when someone is touched by it...

Wahishta

Share my gum, sister mine


If we were ten…I would share my gum with you
And skip and laugh out loud and braid your hair
Sister of my heart and soul, How did we match so deep?

My past has grown around you and your goodness has
Seeped into all the crevasses of my memory…
Meriting entry into those places of trust few have been.

I don’t know how I will miss you…leaving is to fresh to feel
There’s still the warmth of your arms and the tiny tears
We were not going to shed…like sucking back a runny nose.

I’m numb with the emptiness that has not yet begun,
Feeling clumsy about my love and desire to be near you.

The candle I light for you will continue to burn brilliantly
The stars (though they belong to everyone) will be a special part of us
Connecting you and I from here and there.
Oh, how dear you are…and will remain…
I will always praise you
And think of you when I am with God.
I’ll miss your presence, but even more I will miss the sweetness of your spirit,
the one you share without restraint
And your natural grace…and your peaceful gentle face, oh yes, your face.

Carry me in your heart…know you can count on me,
no matter what...I will always hear what you say and understand
If you need me I will be your comfort
or your silliest of friends,
But never forget… you’ve won my loyalty,
love and devotion,
Sister in my heart, my soul….

Wahishta

Inner Loom


The cry is surely primal on the weft

But the weave is discriminating by nature

Somewhat absolved by the absence of malice

It is guardianship of the many creating oneness.

Her skin, my mind, my hand

What fragments of me are to prevail?

Who is wanting; who denies the need to want?

In dreams of plainness there is brief disclosure

There is no understanding of it

Just the enduring novelty of it all

Encased in the protection of innocence

To stay the scorching reality of others.

It is a simple circumstance, this living

The changing is immediate and undeviating

Like sand shifting on the shore of our existence.

We are so miniscule in universal concept!

Scream in utter delight at you

The mastery of thought, of creation

We wonder at our unique concepts of what is

And live with the consequence of resolve.

Wahishta

What have I done…to let my feelings known?
To wish and want and long for…
You need so much of what I have
I know your hollow parts,
What you long for, your emptiness that screams.

I see we find comfort in each other.
We soothe that inside one another
That which others do not like to see…
We’ve had the same loss
The loss of family
Of continuity…. Of the oneness that we each believed in.
It was not the truth and that’s why we still suffer so.

I cry for you as you cry
And for me
And for the children who survive this plague on emotions
By all the rules given…
The sickness of users and takers
Those who believe they are more, more than us
Who is that, that could be more than us…
We are equal. You are equal and complimentary.
Sometimes you’re the reason I dream and long…

You fill me with desire
I want to comfort you
And soothe the aching and sorrow
Comfort you
Love you
Soothe you
Be close, in whatever way I can.
This kind of loving is extraordinary…
But in time…we will not remember
And we will not forget.

Wahishta

The Bond


Hearts arriving through a haze of
hesitation to dream…to be filled
with raw delight…I dance to the music
of your invitation!

You entice through wizardry
and whispers, weaving thread
unseen by the naked eye
Around…and through our embraces
over our freshly kissed mouth
flowing in all directions to the ethers.

Your hands overflowing with
an ardent bounty
of thoughtful and noble intent
Lay me down in the deep
velvet of sensuality
Create a fissure in the layers of disbelief,
embrace virtue and integrity.

Look into my eyes…
The vision is communal
The bond…already established

trob226

Wahishta, you really do have a gift. I like them all.

Wahishta

Beachwalkers

she watched him in the distant
mist dancing between them
as the crashing waves kept time..

the sun,tired of all day duty,
enticed the pinks of night-sky early
to begin the performance
once again..

Beachwalkers in their passing
smiled unsure,
if you saw them you witnessed
their spirits unite in a moment
of exaltation.....
eyes flashing
there in the tissue paper
layer of life we call
dreams and desire.

Wahishta

Blind upon the edge


Observe creations mystified
that come from hands
long since denied
this heart and mind rebel, again
conform not I, not now
not then...

To write sweet thoughts
my true desire
and mold each page as visions flow
from memories you do not know
from love, from rage
the pen I hold, and now engage

Muddied by the rain soaked ground
with shattered trust in pieces lay
I’ve saved it in a sacred place
fortified with new resound
I hold on to a slippery ledge
stand silent, blindly on the edge

Wahishta

Breaking the Chains


we write because the truth is there
yearning to be heard
through years of silent pain we reach
to others through these words

the fear still comes, then vanishes
compelling our relief
each step is firmly planted deep
to comfort others in their grief

new knowledge brings a peace to us
uniting us all at last
to give us strength to carry on
to crush the painful past

the chains were many, strongly held
a prison round us falls
a new found freedom from the pain
embrace us one and all

don’t give in or up to it
illusions make it strong
unite in strength to conquer fear
accept that we belong

Wahishta

Favorite Things

Hot tea with cream
an early morning dream
to laugh until I scream
these are things I love

Kittens with velvet paws
that never bear their claws
Lion in Wizard of Oz
these are things I love

Feeling soft and quiet
not being on a diet
not having to deny it
these are things I love

My favorite lavender scent
saying what I meant
being happy and content
these are things I love